Standing 'round in a crowded room Faces here bring me back to youLeaving town slips into my head againMy friends say stay, but I want to go

They're people here that I used to knowTo the situation that you've put me inAnd I can tell myself that I will be goneBut you can rest assure that I will be home

'Cause I belong to the best of you and you belong to the things I doWhen a song is how I remember you 'Cause I can tell you what it's like to be goneWhen you're an old time memoryWhen you're an old time memory

Laying back with the headphones on A pen in hand takes me to the dawn Paper worn to the thoughts of you againTaking light of the time of night

A ballpoint fast for a working mindChorus playing in my head againCause I can tell myself that I will be goneBut you can rest assure that I will be home

With the feelings that remainand the promises in vainand the memories are stainedfor you, for you

'Cause I can tell myself that I will be goneBut you can rest assure that I will be home